Follow your Bliss, Find your Flow,Different words, same primordial yearning.I get up this morning, striving again to find my place in the world,That place where I will finally give myself.No life draining sacrifice,Not trying to be good,Not trying to please,That simple nourishing joy,Born of my nature.

Just as the tree on my street corner reaches out to the world around him,Between the cracks, through the noise,Bright above, dark below,Leaves breathing in excess carbon,Roots dancing around steel pipes,Finding joy in giving and receiving,Shivering blissfully to the wind's caress,Bowing as the anxious pedestrian passes by,Effortlessly, undividedly, unexpectantly,This is who I am, this is what I do.

Perhaps all that striving stands in the way,This desire to be elsewhere,Looking for the right conditions to come.Time, Space,All the perfectly good reasons.What if I just start doing what I loveHere, now,What if I just write.

This morning I beginLet the restless street spirit blow in.Finding my ground through floors of concrete,I write.Effortlessly, undividedly, unexpectantly for a few life-giving minutesThat someday might well just grow into hours.

Bliss, Flow, I choose GraceThat beautiful wordThat soft embraceMurmur of the soulMoment of truthIn the middle of it allOur urban gardenEver patiently waiting for usLife's gift to us, our gift to lifeToday I turn to YouI turn to Grace